²² There is a sound of war in the land and of great destruction.

¹⁹ My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.

²⁰ News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.

²¹ How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?

⁵⁴ There is the sound of a cry from Babylon, and of a great destruction from the land of the Chaldaeans:

⁵⁵ For the Lord is making Babylon waste, and putting an end to the great voice coming out of her; and her waves are thundering like great waters, their voice is sounding loud:

⁵⁶ For the waster has come on her, even on Babylon, and her men of war are taken, their bows are broken: for the Lord is a rewarding God, and he will certainly give payment.

² A vision of fear comes before my eyes; the worker of deceit goes on in his false way, and the waster goes on making waste. Up! Elam; to the attack! Media; I have put an end to her sorrow.

³ For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.

⁴ My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.